Four years of whispers, of laughter, of fights,

Days stitched together in college-lit nights.

You called me your guide when the road wasn’t clear,

And I hid my own smiles just to bring you cheer.

You taught me the truth when my mind was a maze,

With words like a lighthouse, through fog-laden days.

Decisions were puzzles, each piece you’d align,

You pieced me together when I fell out of line.

Now distance grows wider, each call fades to rare,

Yet your voice holds the wisdom of all that we share.

I returned to the halls where our memories dwell,

Three wishes held tightly, three dreams to tell.

To sit down in silence and pour out my soul,

To walk to the temple and feel something whole.

A soft, peaceful drive as the sun said goodbye,

But each wish slipped away like the clouds in the sky.

Now, rarely we talk, but your truths still resound,

A compass that guides me when no one’s around.

Though miles may stretch long and words may grow few,

In the depths of my heart, I still Wonder you.